"And ugly as a bull in fly time.

What ails you ?" "Nothing." "Humph! better take somethin' for it, seems to me.

Little 'Stomach Balm,' hey?
No?
Well, GO to bed! Your room's enough sight better'n your company just now." The helper's ill nature was in evidence again at breakfast time.

Seth endeavored to joke him out of it, but, not succeeding, and finding his best jokes received with groans instead of laughter, gave it up in disgust and retired.

The young man cleared the table, piled the dishes in the sink, heated a kettleful of water and began the day's drudgery, drudgery which he once thought was fun.
Why had he had the ill luck to fall overboard from that steamer.